I was thinking about Jesus as a young boy. <br />You never hear about that side of him. <br />You just hear about him as a baby in a <br />manger with straw and Christmas lights, <br />and then all of a sudden – poof! – he’s <br />walking around in a beige caftan with a <br />full (trimmed) beard performing miracles. <br />But what was he like at seven or eight <br />years old? Was he a goody-two-shoes or <br />was he kind of bratty like most kids? <br />Maybe it’s like Superman. You don’t <br />really hear about HIS boyhood much <br />either. Sure, there are the Superboy comic <br />books, but they were never as good as the <br />Superman ones. I know what you’re going <br />to say, that Jesus Christ is a superhero <br />himself, right? Maybe so. But I still think <br />we need Superman around to do all the <br />menial work – you know, like nabbing <br />crooks and catching school buses falling <br />off of bridges and stopping guys with <br />nuclear bombs. Jesus never seems to want <br />to get his hands dirty with that kind of <br />stuff. Not that he’s a slacker. No way. <br />He’s just got more important things to do <br />with his time.<br /><br />Professor Poetry Hound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superboy/
